Dare to snatch even Shrek Academy's things?

Tang San stood in the doorway, his gaze falling on Wu Zhangkong's face.

That cold, stern face remained calm, without the slightest ripple.

His lake-blue long hair drifted gently in the breeze, and those eyes did not even glance Tang San's way.

It was as if... the departure of two rank-twenty-nine soul masters was not worth mentioning to him at all.

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, and the fire in his heart flared up again.

"Blind fool."

He cursed again inwardly.

Xiao Wu tugged at his sleeve.

"Third Brother, where are we going now?"

Tang San glanced at the shabby academy across the street, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.

"Across the street."

"Across the street?"

Xiao Wu followed his gaze and looked over, her brows furrowing.

"The one that charges ten Gold Soul Coins?"

"Yes."

Tang San nodded, his tone calm.

"That academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. It's a bit expensive, but that standard... suits my taste."

Xiao Wu thought about it and felt it made sense. Tang San was rank twenty-nine, and she herself was also rank twenty-nine. No matter where they were, they were geniuses among geniuses.

An academy that only accepted monsters was exactly the kind of place they should stay.

"But..."

Xiao Wu glanced at Li Yusong, who was sitting at the entrance across the street. That old man in his sixties did not look like he had Wu Zhangkong's presence no matter how she looked at him.

"That admissions teacher doesn't seem very impressive."

Tang San chuckled softly.

"He's only an admissions teacher. He doesn't represent the academy's true strength."

In his heart, he quickly calculated. Li Yusong was a six-ring Soul Emperor. Though he could not compare to Wu Zhangkong, that seven-ring Soul Sage, he was still a Soul Emperor-level expert at any rate.

That meant the academy across the street at least had Soul Emperor-level teachers, and perhaps even stronger ones.

That was enough.

Tang San thought of his own teacher, Yu Xiaogang.

Grandmaster's soul power level... was rank twenty-nine, the same rank Tang San was now.

When it came to fighting, Grandmaster could not even beat him.

But Grandmaster's theoretical level was unmatched in the entire continent.

"An academy's strength can't be judged only by one person's rank."

Tang San thought that perhaps Li Yusong and the others were the same. Although that old man only had six rings, maybe he was like Grandmaster, a theory-type powerhouse.

Thinking of this, Tang San's mood improved somewhat.

He even began to feel that being eliminated by the academy across the street might turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

"Let's go, Xiao Wu."

Tang San stepped toward the other side of the street.

"Let's go take a look at that true Shrek Academy."

Xiao Wu followed behind him, and the two crossed the street.

Just then, a rough voice rang out from inside Shrek Academy on the left.

"Who dares come to our Shrek Academy to cause trouble?!"

The voice was frighteningly loud, shaking people's eardrums until they hurt.

Tang San's steps halted, and he turned to look.

He saw a middle-aged man walk out from inside the academy.

The man looked to be in his fifties. His appearance was very ordinary, the sort that would be impossible to find again if thrown into a crowd.

But his build was extremely sturdy. Though he was not tall, he gave off an incomparably powerful impression.

His broad shoulders were like city walls, and his coat could not conceal the body of bulging muscles beneath it, as if they had been forged from steel. He also radiated a fierce aura.

The newcomer was none other than the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

At a glance, he could tell that this man was definitely no weakling. That fierce aura was not put on; it was something carved out through real blades and spears.

Zhao Wuji strode to the entrance, his gaze first sweeping over the brand-new academy across the street, then looking at Tang San and Xiao Wu standing in the middle of the road, before finally settling on Wu Zhangkong.

His expression did not look good.

"Where is Li Yusong?"

Zhao Wuji asked without even turning his head.

"Teacher Zhao, I'm here."

Li Yusong stood up from the entrance and walked to Zhao Wuji's side with his long staff, then lowered his voice and said a few words.

After Zhao Wuji finished listening to Li Yusong, the expression on his face grew darker and darker.

His gaze fell on Wu Zhangkong again. He sized him up from head to toe, then strode across the street and went straight up to Wu Zhangkong.

Zhao Wuji looked at Wu Zhangkong, the corner of his mouth pulling into a cold sneer.

"So it was you lot who dared to steal the name of our Shrek Academy?"

His voice was not loud, but every word seemed squeezed out through his teeth, carrying a heavy sense of pressure.

"And you stole the geniuses from our Shrek Academy too, did you?"

There was one more thing Zhao Wuji did not say aloud: these people had also stolen their academy's source of funds.

One had to know that every student's registration fee was ten Gold Soul Coins, and if they failed to meet the requirements, that money would not be returned. This was a major source of income.

If Flender found out, that stingy profiteer would definitely be heartbroken, and might even come looking to make trouble for him.

Zhao Wuji had never expected this. He had originally thought this year's new students were no good, and after waiting inside for a while without a single person arriving, who would have thought they had actually been intercepted?

Zhao Wuji's fury shot up with a whoosh. His gaze landed on Wu Zhangkong's pretty-boy face, and he directly released his martial soul possession. The Vajra Bear martial soul covered his entire body in a thick layer of brown fur; his height exceeded two and a half meters, and his muscles bulged all over.

At the same time, rings of soul rings rose from beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, three black.

Seven soul rings. A seven-ring Soul Sage.

And just like Wu Zhangkong, the configuration was two yellow, two purple, and three black.

Tang San stood across the street. When he saw Zhao Wuji release his seven soul rings, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Seven soul rings... a seven-ring Soul Sage.

"The corner of Tang San's mouth lifted slightly.

"As expected, this academy has a real foundation."

He glanced at Zhao Wuji's towering, iron-pagoda-like build, then looked at the seven soul rings beneath his feet. In an instant, his assessment of the Shrek Academy on the left rose by several grades.

This was the place he, Tang San, ought to stay. This was the place monsters ought to stay.

After Zhao Wuji released his soul rings, that terrifying aura belonging to a Soul Sage pressed over like the sky and earth collapsing. Even the dust on the street was shaken into the air.

He stared at Wu Zhangkong, his gaze fierce.

"Kid, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll smash that lousy academy of yours to pieces!"

Although they were both Soul Sages, Zhao Wuji was not intimidated in the slightest. One had to know that he had once escaped from the hands of sixteen bishops, the weakest of whom had at least been Soul Emperors!

Such a battle record could be considered quite impressive.

Wu Zhangkong looked at Zhao Wuji, and there still was not the slightest ripple in those calm lake-blue eyes.

Seeing Wu Zhangkong act like this, Zhao Wuji could not help frowning. Was the guy opposite him some kind of NPC? Why did he not react at all?

"What, gone mute?"

Zhao Wuji's voice grew louder and louder.

"You hung up the name of our Shrek Academy, stole the students from our Shrek Academy, and now you don't even dare fart?"

"Good. Very good!"

He stepped forward, and the bluestone ground beneath his foot cracked open with a crack.

"Then I'll beat you until you talk!"